Page 133 - The Love Hypothesis

He cleared his throat. “Among other things.”

“Yep.” It had been other things, too. A lot of things that she was not
going to mention, because her other things were sure to not be his other
things. His other things were probably “terrible” and “harrowing” and

“invasive.” While hers . . .
“Is the sunscreen going in the Title IX complaint?”

His mouth twitched. “Right on the first page. Nonconsensual sunblock
application.”

“Oh, come on. I saved you from basal cell carcinoma.”
“Groped under SPF pretense.”

She swatted him with her Twix, and he ducked a bit to avoid her,
amused. “Hey, you want half of this? Since I fully plan to eat what’s left of
your chips.”

“Nah.”
“You sure?”

“Can’t stand chocolate.”
Olive stared at him, shaking her head in disbelief. “You would, wouldn’t

you? Hate everything that is delicious and lovely and comforting.”
“Chocolate’s disgusting.”

“You just want to live in your dark, bitter world made of black coffee
and plain bagels with plain cream cheese. And occasionally salt-and-
vinegar chips.”

“They are clearly your favorite chips—”
“Not the point.”

“—and I am flattered that you’ve memorized my orders.”
“It does help that they’re always the same.”

“At least I’ve never ordered something called a unicorn Frappuccino.”
“That was so good. It tasted like the rainbow.”

“Like sugar and food coloring?”
“My two favorite things in the universe. Thank you for buying it for me,
by the way.” It had made for a nice fake-dating Wednesday treat this week,

even though Olive had been so busy with Tom’s report that she hadn’t been